Action Bronson - Jerk Chicken

Action Bronson:From the Colosseum Block to the Island, "What the blood clot?"Stay designing, always wiling, and we puff potQueens to Brooklyn, no lies, give 'em 'nought shotChicken been getting jerked before your little nuts droppedYou know the mantra, Tyson in (El Fonta?)The i-tal jockey keep me fucking like a monstaHer landing strip is red like hair that's on TatankaI'm steady diving in chocolate like Willy WonkaI take a knee and shoot a duck in the airFive minutes, I'm making stuffing filled with truffles and pearsI'm lapping "Go," while you only move a couple of squaresBut still take out some time to do some drugs in the stairs"Freeze! Lay on your stomach," what the popo saidMy team selling the patties, getting cocoa breadBabylon, them have to catch me, burn up on the irie!Never die, I'ma give it to you my way!Yo, peace to the chicken spot, peace to patty spotPeace to the types of spot that Veggie Castle dready spotThe dollar van, the Wallabe and Reggie spotAnd if a coward wanna rump I give him seven shots

Maffew Ragazino:Ay, ya no wan' rump with the seniorWho lean like he mixed Jamaican rum and tequilaTrail a load of hoes from Kingston and MontegoKeep dick hard like Rottweiler MandingoBob Marley ganja, stuffed up in the fantaPass dutchie towards San FransiscoWhere your nephew bout to bounty kill a punaaniHoes know the movado!Lick a shot for (windsweep?)I am living dangerously, Barrington LevyMake the girl wine like Beenie "Sim Simma"Keys to my new bitch bimma, her name SerenaRastafarian reefer got me feeling so irie, tranquil and leisureBerry salmon and jerk chickenOxtail, gravy on white rice and fried plantain